1.29.2007

Now it’s time to tell you a little more about Isis. We adopted her last May when she was about five weeks old. I remain completely fascinated by her glossy black coat, her owl-like eyes with their general expression of surprise, and her polydactyl toes--six on each front paw, giving her almost opposable thumbs. (I’m convinced this is an evolutionary trait cats are working hard to develop and perfect. And when they do—watch out.)

Okay, can you stop with the pictures now? This is getting kind of annoying.

She’s pretty dextrous with these front feet (when she’s not tripping over them), but mostly she prefers to carry things around in her mouth. Namely, things you might be needing any moment, like pens, pencils, panties, knitting needles, socks, measuring tapes, toothbrushes and the like.

While Morgan likes natural things (plants, dried flowers, etc.), Isis much prefers people things. She’s the dangerous yarn and string muncher and has yet to be broken of the terrible habit of pulling plastic pushpins off the cork board (her favorite claw-sharpening surface) and carrying them around the house in her mouth.

And while Morgan and Emma resist being picked up and cuddled (not that they won’t seat themselves on a warm lap, mind you), Isis can be picked up, cradled on her back, and even carried into bed. She loves to lie under the covers, curled up against me, kneading her big paws and purring until we both fall asleep.

Fine, I’ll pose for the camera. Just a few more, though…

Ahem! Bored now…

This is Isis’ idea of hiding. It’s even better when she does it behind the shower curtain, which is about 12 inches off the floor.

Morgan is a bit more stealthy.

I didn’t want you to miss her “V” for “Victory.” She also has a little white locket on her chest and one ridiculously long white whisker. (Just for luck, I suppose.)

It's strange, not only you copied my Lisa with your Emma, but now you pull out of me old souvenirs ! My first cat Piccola who lived with me for 20 years and shared all important steps in my life, looked exactly like your Isis ! Also this surprised look just like an owl ! Piccola was an amazing cat, she went with me everywhere, shopping, visiting friends, walking and she liked driving in a car. You gave me an idea ! I should pay a tribute to her on my blog. Useless to say that as usual I enjoy very much your posts, that makes me laugh even when it is so early in the morning !

He, he didn't realize that you had been "raped" too to switch over to the new Bloggergoogle ! I don't see any difference.

Oh, she reminds me a lot of May!! Well, ok, May doesn't have thumbs or a white whisker and hates to be carried, but she has a locket and a V and loves to carry things around. Isis is a lovely young lady!

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"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.